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The point isn't whether the beatles were shit or not (they weren't) but that Liverpool's contribution to British pop music pretty much ends with them. After them, there's Dead or Alive or The Farm or A Flock of Seagulls. Hardly worth mentioning. Elvis costello makes a big thing about being a Liverpudlian despite the fact that, while his mum was from there, he grew up in Twickenham! Frankie Goes to Hollywood were a big deal (for about a month) but very much a puppet outfit for a manc (Paul Morley) and a geordie (Trevor Horn).
Whenever I think of Liverpool I think of former glories: music for a brief period in the 60s; football in the 70s and 80s; Brookside in the 80s. Even their supposedly great tradition of comedians has dried up. Arthur Askey, Faith Brown, Tarbuck, Stan Boardman, Tom O'Connor, Alexei Sayle are very much of the past, now replaced by John Bishop, who's only ever really funny when he's talking about how much Mancs hate scousers. And none of the above were ever funnier than Bernard Manning or Les Dawson, anyway.
Liverpudlians do still have the best accent in Britain, though.
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